That poem was one of the nicest poems I have ever read. I do say and mean what I said. Great Job. Every word touched my heart. You have so much love for your parents and family. If only they could read your poem to them, which I'm sure they are looking down and are very proud of you this moment. Mae

A beautiful poem that gives us a sneak into the past of the intimate love your parents had. Those were the times when handwritten love letters were treasures that won the ladies' hearts, words of love so carefully chosen and expressed in sincere warmth, words that bless us now in this poem. How randomly our memories come back to us, when we chance upon these memorabilia, an old photograph (brown or black & white), a yellowed card, or a pressed rose (from a high school prom corsage) and then with the recollection comes a deep sadness and longing. Your poem has succeeded so well in bringing these
back to life. We miss our lost loved ones and wish we could bring them back ..."Yesterday Once More" (Carpenters)

This poem is fantastic! It is absolutely creative genius to me how you used the depiction of you discovering these letters, leading the reader to believe that maybe you were re-reading letters that were written to you at some point. I like that way you describe how this affected you with grace. I hope to write so well one day! Great Job!

Your love for parents is very strong, and you put that down so nicely. Memories are very important aren't they? But we also have to remember that they want us to keep smiling now, and they never wnat us to be sad. As I said, keep writing!

Thank you for this! For letting us know that the the real meaning of love and life goes beyond the petty squalor in which we find ourselves, and our children, more and more mired, every day. Your writing offers proof that Universal Love and Goodness aren't generational pipe dreams. It also lets me, if none other, know that Richard is a very lucky man as you are both fortunate together.

What can I say? The meter bounces along something like a greeting card and lends some needed uplift to what could be a very depressing vwerse. I somehow admire people who can cry at the passing of a loved one. When my mother died a few years ago I couldn't find a tear to shed although I loved her very much. About all I could do was read Revelation 21:4,5 at the gravesight. Then I felt a tightening in my chest, but the tears wouldn't come. Strangely, I DID cry, copiously, when my kitty had to be put to sleep. Go figure.